Woah-oh-oh-oh, ooh, ooh

Down on your knees before the queen

Woah-oh-oh-oh, ooh, oohDown on your knees before the queen

Well Sara Berry was a popular bitch (mhm)

Hot bod′, hot boy, cheer captain, plus she was rich (oh, yeah)

That girl had everything 'til hiccup and hitch

Julie Jenkins lost a leg in a wreck (am-pu-ta-ted)

The nominations for prom royalty came (uh-huh)

Our Sara′s senior year, and queen was her claim (uh, duh)

'Til gossip stirred the student body would name

Julie Jenkins, queen of the prom (pi-ty vote)

"Sara," her father said, "Life is a prom"

"I know you won't disappoint me and mom"

You taste the silver Sara, you taste the crown

You thirst for blood from the roses in hand

Whoa, you spoil for sash and scepter, music to dance

As they crown you queen of high school land

Check Sara, choose Sara, vote for Sara Berry

Check Sara, choose Sara, vote for Sara Berry

So obsessed, our Sara near lost her mind

To life un-prom related, Sara was blind

She shoved her squad, her clique, her boyfriend behind

Still Julie had a hold on the lead (poor, poor, Julie)

Soon Sara′s sanity was hung by a thread

Her B.F.F.′s proclaimed her socially dead

'Til then, at last, her boyfriend texted and said

"I′m taking Julie to the senior prom" (love, love, Julie)

"Sara," her father said, "Why be so calm?"

"There's just no future for a princess at prom"

You taste the silver Sara, you taste the crown

You thirst for blood from the roses in hand

Whoa, you spoil for sash and scepter, music to dance

As they crown you queen of high school land

Woah-oh-oh-oh, ooh, ooh

Down on your knees before the queen

Woah-oh-oh-oh, ooh, ooh

Down on your knees before the queen

Some girls are rational but Sara was not

She stared in mirrors thinking one single thought (Julie)

There′s seven reasons this crown's not good as got (Anne, Eunice, Raquel, Marianna)

And so the night of prom, mercy, thus went her plot (Patricia, Quiara)

"P" is for Patricia drinking poisoned punch

"R" is for Raquel dashed on a rock, crunch!

"O" is what Anne said when Sara bludgeoned her brains

And "M" is Marianna′s marinated remains

But, but!

"Q" is for Quiara, quiet, drowned in the pool

And "U" is for Eunice's pieces spread round the school

But "E's" are for the easy way in five minutes tops

A one-leg′d girl can bring an "N" for

End by calling the cops (what a bitch)

You got your silver Sara, you got your crown

You got their blood on the roses in hand

Whoa, you donned the sash and scepter, doing a dance

As you crowned you queen of high school land

Woah-oh-oh-oh

God save the queen

Down on your knees before the queen

God save the queen

Woah-oh-oh-oh

The queen of high school

Down on your knees before, the queen of high school land

They wrapped your wrists in silver, they took your crown

They washed the blood from each finger and hand

Woah, into a tight straitjacket, small padded cell

Screaming, "I′m the queen of high school land!"

At least in your head, you're queen of high school land

Oh pity the dead, you′re queen of high school land

Check Sara, choose Sara, vote for Sara Berry

Check Sara, choose Sara, vote for Sara Berry